Equivalence
Like a lover’s lowest stumble
Into the belly of the vulture
Or the way he gently whispers
Your name.When he traces your small collarbone
With soft lips made of sun-touched stone
Or the pad of his finger against your
Burning tongue
Nothing could ever feel the same.
Hallmark
How salmon pelicans flap so slowly
In the sky
It looks as though they are falling
How thunder sounds like mountains cracking
Clean through
As though cleaved by an axe
How a butterfly in a jar beats itself to death
Against glass
With its the will to survive
How the ocean chews away at a beach
In a storm
Trying to swallow it whole
This is how I felt the day you kissed me
That first time
Whilst continents collided and stars fell
Poet: I Have Kept You Now
My darling dear one I have kept
You now for a lifetime in this
Constant chamber of mine
Life and death you breathe through
Me everyday
I have watched you walk the
Shores of your lifetime gathering
Meaningful remnants to cast
Mysterious mutterings left
Wondering
There is no meaning I hear…
i want to burrow myself…
i want to burrow myself
in the little crevices
between your ribs—
bottle the breaths
of your laughter—
smooth the knots
that bend your soul,
wrestle you down,
headlock you low.i want to be your pride,
present joy, friend,
and what you find beautiful;
crescent moon
you sketch from a window—
lighting spilling into
your home.
Needless Verbosity
matt-is-just-around-the-corner:
Light and space
falls into hollow
corners
where You and I lie,
where words
are mute
and in this moment,
and in this silencewithout the use of words,
hearing nothing
but the beat of your heart
pulsating your thoughts
like Morse code;
echoes a message
that reverberates
my own pulse—
I understand you
perfectly.
Asymmetries
matt-is-just-around-the-corner:
The tightrope
to your heart extends,and as I tread across
slowly,
carefully
placing my steps
fixing my footingto match the pace
of my thoughts
I must keep calm,
keep focus
for even a feather of
emotion
can tip my balance
and in that moment
I will fall back
into reality’s arms—
your tightrope
then remains a dream
suspended in the sky
for me again to reach.
My Soul Is Filled…
My soul is filled
with hyacinths and dead things,
and with it, my sadness reveals
the secrets of stones.my heart is pinned
to the echoes of stars
where none can catch its
sighs.but when I close my eyes,
my love, past the depths of
silence, my soul comprehends
the cerulescent hue of vast
oceans hid behind your eyes.
Teach Me How…
Teach me how to love you,
because I do not know how.
I have mimicked the cry
of a thousand songbirds
and roped in the crescent
of the waning moon,
but it is your heart I cannot
reach to love.
Teach me how to love you,
because I do not know how.
I have wandered through
meadows, uprooted forests,
but I am still lost
in the map of you.
Teach me how to love you,
because I do not know how.
The Perfect Lovers
The perfect lovers…
Undaunted by natural aloneness,
For even when alone In mind body or soul
They are crowded with sweetest of fragrance
Emanated by radiant petals of self compassion…
Whilst the mollifying arms of Self forgiveness,
Warms them inside with fire place embraces
Thawing soul freezing fears,
Evaporating tears of megalithic regrets…
Born of self crucifying stress!
O The perfect lovers…
With ease they can mute the world
By raising volume of whistle blowing silence
Exposing internal wind chimes,
Singing wind songs of synchronicity…
Setting mood in solo candlelight dinners they hold,
Where pours their soul into glass
Stimulating their palates as sacred honey wine…
For “Self discovery” whets their appetite,
As the most exotic delectable meal
Ever served on plates tectonic…
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The perfect lovers…
Impervious to lonely nights,
For their minds kisses their soul,
With lips of sun loving the moon…
Never craving crumbs… Modicum of heavens sought…
Pseudo Love for sale, gullible souls have bought…
O no… They drown themselves in steamy
Massaging waters of self fulfilling romance,
Whilst sipping their souls for wine
And self serenading with whistle blowing silence!
Exposing subtle symphonies, in winds of synchronicity
Carrying feet of a stranger,predestined to land by their feet…
A future lover? O yes- t’is their beloved!
As cosmically promised…
A mirroring lover, reflecting self fulfilling romance,
They’ve held for eons, with oneself…
For they know… No soul can truly fall for another,
By existing outside of love… For the self…
Poem by: Ramaatis
